Leng Yichen's face turned cold, it seemed that Su Ninglu completely ignored his words and even dared to appear in front of Shu Qiqi.
He strode upstairs to Shu Qiqi's room and was about to push the door open when he heard voices coming from inside.
"Senior sister, I've just warmed some milk for you. Drink it while it's hot."
"I don't need it, take it away." Shu Qiqi despised Su Ninglu's hypocrisy and pretense, and spoke coldly.
The woman insisted on offering the milk to Shu Qiqi, "Senior sister, I admit that I was jealous of you and worried that you would have Yichen's child, but now these issues are no longer present. I truly realize my mistake. Will you forgive me, please?"
Leng Yichen saw the woman humbly crouching in front of Shu Qiqi.
Her little face was on the verge of crying, pitiful beyond words.
She kept offering the milk to Shu Qiqi, "Senior sister, please drink it, milk is good for your health."